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IT'S NOT A HARD NIGHT
IT'S THE HARD TIMES
THE BURDEN OF BEING ALIVE
I'M NOT WORN OUT
I'M FUCKING WORN DOWN
ERODED

I'VE BEEN FUCKED UP
FOR TWO WEEKS
IT'S FINALY TAKEN OVER ME
I'LL BE THE LAST THING
THAT YOU SEE
I'M LOSING LOSING LOSING SLEEP
I HIT AND HIT
TIL IT GOT SOFT
I CUT YOUR TOES
AND FINGERS OFF
A WASTE OF LIFE
LEFT TO ROT
I'M LOSING LOSING LOSING SLEEP
LOSING LOSING LOSING SLEEP
LOSING LOSING LOSING SLEEP
LOSING LOSING LOSING SLEEP

IT'LL CATCH UP BEFORE
YOU CAN EVEN FUCKING TELL
DEAD OR IN JAIL, DEAD OR IN JAIL
DEAD OR IN JAIL

ENLIGHTENMENT FINALLY GAINED
PIECE OF MIND
THE BULLET TEARS THRU YOUR HEAD
PIECE OF MIND
AND AS THE THOUGHTS LEAK OUT YOUR SKULL
PIECE OF MIND
FULFILLMENT IS A GUNSHOT HOLE
PEACE OF MIND
DRAIN YOUR FUCKING BRAINS